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The fire was making everybody nervous. The PD and the FD were late and this was a problem cause the babies were still inside and the man was laying near by, and was still drunk.
"The witches make trouble for everybody," She told us later, "Aye-yah-agh." She made the word harsher than when said in passing. She meant it.
The witches make everybody nervous because of the way they've been putting the slick glass in all the new roads. The new one up by Paguate and the mine. All new. All glass asphalt. He had to've known. Everybody knew. What was he thinking? He'd been drinkin', that's all. Thinkin' of not much. The babies were not his. Not his own.
He was white and they were little Laguna babies from Seama. What he was doing up at Paguate was obvious. The bar at Bibo is up there. He was coming home. Driving fast. Faster than is required but is so tempting on the slicky glass roads that still smell new. The witches were still out, being only eleven or so, and making their way over the cliff. Walking and dragging some dogs or puppies that weren't dead yet. They make pelts and stew from them and burn the bone for powder with evil inside. They had to have seen him from far away. From the very top of Quoyaschruku, they have a camp with old dead sheep and dirt floors and a wonderous view, though they care not for these things. They had to have seen the lights and the swerving. The way white men make their presence known all the time. They smelled him too. His breath and the laughter. What he was getting away with; They knew. When the car stopped he got out, naturally. See what was wrong, maybe remedy the malfunction. They pulled the eyes out quickly. He saw it too, from inside, in that way you can without being there. They punctured his liver and stole some fluid from there too. The kids were not crying, but were aware of the monsters outside the car. They only watched and felt God tickle their feet and try to distract them from what would come next.
The fire truck and the firemen came too late. And before them, what prompted their arrival was a woman who stopped and called 911 with her free PCS phone, and right then made a note to charge the Tribe when she got her bill.
My aunt said the witches waited til the babies were done until they ate them. I didn't know how she knew that and I asked her but she just said, "Shh, don't talk about those bad things" And I didn't understand because she brought it up.
"The witches make trouble for everybody," She told us later, "Aye-yah-agh." She made the word harsher than when said in passing. She meant it.
The witches make everybody nervous because of the way they've been putting the slick glass in all the new roads. The new one up by Paguate and the mine. All new. All glass asphalt. He had to've known. Everybody knew. What was he thinking? He'd been drinkin', that's all. Thinkin' of not much. The babies were not his. Not his own.
He was white and they were little Laguna babies from Seama. What he was doing up at Paguate was obvious. The bar at Bibo is up there. He was coming home. Driving fast. Faster than is required but is so tempting on the slicky glass roads that still smell new. The witches were still out, being only eleven or so, and making their way over the cliff. Walking and dragging some dogs or puppies that weren't dead yet. They make pelts and stew from them and burn the bone for powder with evil inside. They had to have seen him from far away. From the very top of Quoyaschruku, they have a camp with old dead sheep and dirt floors and a wonderous view, though they care not for these things. They had to have seen the lights and the swerving. The way white men make their presence known all the time. They smelled him too. His breath and the laughter. What he was getting away with; They knew. When the car stopped he got out, naturally. See what was wrong, maybe remedy the malfunction. They pulled the eyes out quickly. He saw it too, from inside, in that way you can without being there. They punctured his liver and stole some fluid from there too. The kids were not crying, but were aware of the monsters outside the car. They only watched and felt God tickle their feet and try to distract them from what would come next.
The fire truck and the firemen came too late. And before them, what prompted their arrival was a woman who stopped and called 911 with her free PCS phone, and right then made a note to charge the Tribe when she got her bill.
My aunt said the witches waited til the babies were done until they ate them. I didn't know how she knew that and I asked her but she just said, "Shh, don't talk about those bad things" And I didn't understand because she brought it up.